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In the northern lands, where the lush, dense forest of evergreens gives way suddenly to ice and rocks, most travelers stop. They say there is nothing else to see in such a barren waste. Very few even bother to climb to the top of the first mountain, and for those who do, it is a treacherous hike; loose rock, and deceptive heights are enough to undo even the best if they are not careful. After the long and dangerous hike to the top, adventurers are rewarded with a view of a narrow, steep sided valley made of the same loose rock as the other side. Very few indeed venture across the desolate valley to the next mountain range. Almost none ever bother to climb the third range. No one ever has enough supplies to even bother with the fourth. They would actually have to cross another two ranges before they would see anything resembling life again.
As you start down the slope of the sixth mountain range, the first thin
The Field of Battle
Alas, alas, for we must part
retreat has been called
a sad trumpet's cry
brother, I look across the field to you
knowing we shall meet again
upon this field of battle
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